Breaking the tease (PM only)

[Little_Red_Rose]

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Name: Melanie Smith
Age: 19
Height: 5'8"

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Dear Diary,

Living in a small town isn’t exactly exciting. From my own experience; days pass by slowly, you find yourself with less and less things to do and the entire area reeks of mundane life. While that might be just fascinating for some, it certainly isn’t the lifestyle for me - hence why the moment that I graduated from high school, I decided to go to a faraway college. So, from my humble beginnings from Georgia, at nineteen years old, I found myself at the University of New York.

Immediately, I was struck by some kind of cultural shock, what with the lights, skyscrapers and enormous amount of people freely walking about. Still, that didn’t get to me for too long. Within a month’s time I found myself freely leaving campus and exploring the city.

I suppose that’s what brought me to my first unusual encounter. If my memory serves me right, I was browsing through HMV, when from the corner of my eye I saw some man acting suspicious. At first, I thought it was just some shoplifter looking for a window of opportunity, but then as I walked around the store, I noticed that he was actually following me! My heart raced when this happened, as my mother made damn sure to let me know every urban legend that there is to know of New York. But I calmed down, when the man did in fact leave. Thus, I wondered; why did he follow me around?

I thought this question for quite a few sleepless nights until something similar occurred as I was grocery shopping. It was then that I discovered that some men simply found me attractive and wanted a closer look, or even to take a picture without me noticing. And for that, I had to blame my large bust.

You see, I was endowed with a large bosom during my late teenaged years. It is so much so, that for the past few years, I needed to be extremely thoughtful as to what to wear. Honestly, at times I wonder if my growth has stopped, being a 38GG cup at 5’8. It doesn’t help that together with my slim figure, that they seem even larger! So, not only do I have to be careful as to what size my tops should be (as something too small simply looks too scandalous for my tastes) but also as to what bra to wear. Padded supporting bras were hard to find, at least for me, but I desperately needed such not only because my orbs weighed me down without so, but because of the natures of my large nipples. Most of the time, I considered my upper half to be a curse, rather than a blessing.

That is, until I began to enjoy these little chases. Maybe I should be ashamed for such a way of thinking, but in recent times I found it exhilarating to have people stare or trying to get a closer look. Not only in public places, but also within my own school residence. I never allowed anything to get too far, even at parties. I would take my time and not drink too much - nor would I take too seriously having a fellow student express his love to me (despite knowing me for obviously less than a year). Perhaps my parents’ conservative attitude rubbed off a little on me? Maybe I was just waiting for the right guy? Whatever the case may be, I constantly found excuses why to never go further than having a man kiss me. And for that, some people thought of me as a tease.

I didn’t really care - as school came first now. I love philosophy and found myself wanting to attend graduate school. Or maybe take a double major next year? The possibilities were endless at this point. Things change, however - so I couldn’t possibly think that what I have planned for the future will fly so easily. At least, that’s my mentality on life.

Well, I have about an hour to kill before class starts. I suppose that I could go for a coffee, or go to the library?

And so, I closed my little journal and checked myself out in the mirror. Not bad, I thought, as my hair just seemed perfect on this fine early November day. Wearing a white tank top and blue jeans, I thought to put on a small leather jacket and some heels before going out. Luckily, there was a Starbucks right in residence.

"One Caffè Latte, please." I asked once I made my way to the counter. I looked at the clock and saw that I was in no real rush.

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[a_libertine]

Name: Ray Dickerson
Age 21
Height 6'0"

I had gotten back into town late last night from a fencing tournament in Massachusetts. As a team we had gotten our tails handed to us though two of us did well enough to win our flights. Still I was groggy as I stumbled into the coffee shop at the dorm closest to the frat house.

The place was wildly busy as usual and I dropped my backpack at the only free table; you know the one, the table next to the rubbish bin.

I heard a musical voice order a latte, and didn't think about it. This is New York. Every girl here is either a wall street banker or a show girl, right? Her order almost changed my mind about getting coffee; I wasn't sure that I would be able to stay awake while waiting. Fortunately there were two barristas working so I ordered a coffee and got it almost immediately.

I glanced at the voice and wondered idly if I poked her tits with a sharpened épée if saline gel or blood and tissue would leak from her. While she was certainly spank bank material I put her out of mind and headed back to my table and sat.

Pulling my tablet from my backpack I began reading. A couple minutes later I heard spank bank stop when she must have realized the place was packed. I pointed at the other chair and said, "Have a seat," without looking up at her.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

I suppose that the barrister took his time because by the time that I got my latte the cafe was filled. It pissed me off a bit; I mean, half the people here weren't even ordering a cup of coffee. But hey, I guess that's what I get for choosing a place so close to the most populated areas around campus...

Still, it just sucked that I had to drag this hot cup of coffee around. I mean, I couldn't drink and walk at the same time.

"Have a seat," a voice said. It was a man's voice and for a minute I didn't know where it came from - until I saw the man, hidden behind his computer screen.

"Thanks." I replied softly before taking a seat and sipping my latte. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." I added apologetically.

 

[a_libertine]

It is an interesting and pleasant dilemma when talking to a woman with two over inflated volleyballs on her chest. Your eyes want so badly to look at them and she is expecting you to indulge that impulse. The control is in not doing so.

I looked up from my tablet and shook my head, "Not anything I can't do later."

I hit the power button on the tablet and said, "I am Ray," and held my hand out to shake hers, making sure my hazel eyes studied her green ones.

 

[aace714]

saving you

I was few people behind you in line but could still smell the sweetness of your perfume over the brewing coffee.
Im Michael a 25 year old grad student with a decent trust fund.
After getting my coffee I saw you looking terribly bored sitting with some kid with a laptop.
No guts no glory I sad to myself as I walked toward you .
Oh there you are hundreds I said as bent down and kissed your for head.
Come on I got us a table outside I said as I grabbed your hand.
Your face showed a mixture of shock and relief . As you stood up from the table and let me guide you away